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I climb down the ladder as gently as I can, trying to keep quiet. It's not easy, the cottage is old, and it creaks wherever I seem to step. I don't mind though, it's comforting, somehow, as though the house is another member of the family. I exhale in relief as I reach the bottom of the ladder that leads down from my room. Aunt Saph's not gone to bed yet, so I haven't woken her. I'm sleeping in what used to be Dad's bedroom, and I have to go through Aunt Sapphy's bedroom, up a ladder, to reach it. Aunt Sapphy's had the same bedroom for almost her whole life. Mum and Dad are going to be sleeping in the room where Grandma and her husband Roger used to sleep, before they moved to Australia for good.

I peer into Mum and Dad's room. I can just make out Mum's shape, fast asleep, and Dad's sitting in a chair with a book open on his lap, his brown hair ruffled, chin resting on chest, eyes shut. I creep downstairs, my throat dry, and I'm glad only Aunt Saph's awake. She won't mind me being up at this time, even if it is just for a glass of water. I glance around the kitchen, clutching my glass. That's odd. Aunt Saph's not there.

"Aunt Sapphy?" I whisper. No answer. Brow creased, I fill up some water from the tap, taking care not to turn the water on too hard. My eyes flit around the kitchen and living room again as I glug the whole glass of water down without a breath. The radio clock flashes, telling me it's 3:02 am. Relax, Kerenza, I tell myself, she's probably just in the loo. Even so, I sit around for ten minutes, before checking the toilet. Empty. I run up to the one upstairs, abandoning all caution, not caring if I wake someone up now.

"Aunt Saph," I hiss into her bedroom, flicking on the light. Nobody.

I've scoured the whole house twice, when I see it. The front door's unlocked. Someone's been out. Leave it, the voice in my head hisses, Aunt Sapphy's lived here her entire life, she knows what is and isn't okay. Go back to bed.

Ten minutes later, I've changed into jeans, hoodie and trainers, found a torch at the back of the boiler cupboard, and creep out of the house, after finding what I hope are the spare keys. I flash the torch around the garden first, and in the vicinity of the house, making sure she's not there. I stumble round the garden for a bit, whispering her name. I walk backwards away from the house, looking around, when I trip over a bit of loose earth, and tumble backwards. I mutter a curse to myself, as I sit up. With a gasp, I realise I've fallen through a gap in the hedge, onto a mud path. I'm about to get up and walk away when I realise something, Aunt Sapphy's cottage is pretty much in the middle of nowhere. There's no way she could reach the nearest town, St. Piran's, at this time. However, this path... she could have followed it... No, the sane part of me says, you do not know this area. Go back to the house and don't worry. For the second time that night, I ignore the voice of reason and creep along the path.

I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive! is the only thought running through my head, closely followed by, Dad will flay me if he finds out about this. I've the edge of the cliffs, and I can see that if I was to climb down, I would reach a cove. I'm not completely mad, however. I'm not about to clamber down some rocks I've never been to in the middle of a night. Instead, I glance around, trying spot sign of Aunt Sapphy. I don't need the torch here, the moonlight's so bright.

It's as I'm about to get up and go, that I see her. Aunt Sapphy, crouched a little way along the cliff. I'm about to yell to her, breathless in relief, when I catch sight of something else. Someone else. She's talking to someone, and when I squint, I can make the person out more clearly. It's a man, with dark, tousled hair, bright blue-green eyes, and a bare, muscular chest, moonlight and water droplets glistening on it. He's leaning forward talking, to Aunt Sapphy. She's doing the same, leaning close to him, and when I look even more closely, I can see their hands are clasped together, fingers interlocking. Suddenly, I start noticing other things, like their proximity to each other, and the warmth, the overwhelming joy in their faces, and I feel like I'm intruding on something.

I lean down, behind a rock, and peer over the top at the pair. They talk for a while longer, before he moves is hand to the back of Aunt Sapphy's neck, and she cups his face with her own hand, and they bring their faces closer to each other, eyes closing, and then-

I duck down behind the rock shuddering. It's all too private, too passionate. It's not for me to see. I wait a while, before gingerly peering over the top again. They've broken apart now, but they hug once more. Aunt Sapphire stands up, and for a moment, I think the man's going to join her. Instead, he looks up at her one last time, and then turns and dives, dives into the ocean. And he has a tail.